Tiny Sebastian...?

*She knees down to see him more clearly.* You are the size of your shotgun, maybe smaller. I dunno, what are you gonna do now? You can't use the shotgun.

(*His scowl fades to a smirk, he holds up his right arm, which now appears to be a tiny third arm, it's holding the tiny triple barrel shotgun, it looks almost like a toy, but the way he holds it gives you the impression that it still works.*) "Are you *sure* about that?"

*She laughs even more.* God- I am sorry, I am sorry, why do you have a teeny tiny shotgun omg.

"...I thought you said I was yours now..." *He looks up at you, his voice a bit shaky as he seems to be trying to hold back tears.*

*I finally get the courage to ask him, I tap him on the shoulder, and I'm starting to blush a bit*

Painter: oh, hey Sebastian. What's up?

*I'm still blushing, and I'm starting to feel a bit nervous* I... I was wondering if I could ask you a question?

(*He just stands there, trying to act tough and annoyed but failing miserably. he looks like he's about to say something but instead he sighs.*) "Just...... don't tell anyone about this, okay? I'd rather not be a laughing stock."

I won’t tell anyone you can trust me

"Good. Just...... one last thing."

"Sebastian... y'know, the Saboteur? You know, the one who shot you 20 times and blew your head off, just a few minutes ago? I'm not the one who needs to be reminded."

*He screams and kicks his legs, trying to get you to stop, as you stomp on him. you hear his bones cracking and his head smacking against the floor.*

**Sebastian seems to be a bit calmer, but he's still gripping you by the wrists**

:)

**Sebastian sighs, before loosening his grip and turning away** "......I'm still watching you."